Posts Tagged rogue speakeasy
March 15, 2013 by Adam Chromy
January 25, 2013 by Adam Chromy
The weekend’s here, and the chill’s not letting up. We’ll make it through the winter the way Edward Weinman tells us the Nordic folk do: by drinking our way to Spring. Here’s what The Rogue Reader is sipping on this weekend:
Situated in the San Fran district of Bayview is a microbrewery with a name and style that conjures images of mobsters, flappers, and everything “roaring”: Speakeasy Ales & Lagers. It’s a throwback to the days of alcohol prohibition and bootleggers–words that inspire the names of Speakeasy’s beers). Even the company’s logo and bottle labels don’t let up on the ‘20s and ‘30s feel, featuring dark silhouettes, beautiful women, and fedoras galore.
But for those of you who might think the whole noir theme is a bit too gimmicky, don’t overlook the legit-ness of Speakeasy. The demand is consistent for this brewery, which ships its beers to 15 U.S. states as well as Japan, Ireland, the U.K. and mainland Europe. “Legit since 1997,” the website claims, an impressive feat 16 years later, especially considering the economics of microbreweries and the large quantities they have to sell in order to stay afloat. Perhaps it’s their reputation for award-winning, “big” beers like their Prohibition Ale and Big Daddy IPA. Or maybe people just like the creativity in the branding. Well, whatever their secret is, it’s nice to know that the rogue spirit is alive and well and that a Scarface Imperial Stout can be just a few dollars away.
Join us at the Rogue Speakeasy and tell us what you’re drinking this Friday. Pop over to our The Rogue Facebook page and let us know what ale you’ll grab the moment the work week ends.
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November 15, 2012 by Adam Chromy
The weekend’s here, so we’ve invited our pal Philip Greene to host The Rogue Speakeasy. Phil’s one of the founders of the Museum of the American Cocktail in New Orleans, and sought-after speaker on topics within cocktail history, as well as a mixology consultant for restaurants and institutions across the world. He also happens to be a descendant of the Peychaud family of New Orleans, and counts among his ancestors the illustrious Antoine Amedee Peychaud, the nineteenth-century New Orleans pharmacist who created Peychaud’s Bitters (essential to a true Sazerac) and is credited with coining the term “cocktail.”
Philip’s written a book TO HAVE AND HAVE ANOTHER, out this month from Perigee, a cocktail lover’s guide to the life and works of that original rogue, Ernest Hemingway. Just as those drinks add depth, character and nuance to the scenes he was describing, they also add to the biography of the man you might call, with apologies to Dos Equis, the original World’s Most Interesting Man. Here’s a bit from Philip, followed by a couple of cocktail recipes inspired by Papa himself.
I remember my first Hemingway drink: I was reading Islands in the Stream, and I was on Sanibel Island, Florida. I had coconuts, I had limes, I had gin, and I had bitters, so I made a Green Isaac’s Special. I then re-read that scene where David fights the sailfish. Damn, that was a good drink. That’s when I began collecting drink references, excerpts, anecdotes, and more.
A high school graduate, Hemingway attended “the university of the world.” From the battlefield to the bullfight, from Paris to Venice to Madrid to Kilimanjaro to Key West to Cuba, Hemingway lived globally but ate and drank locally, to get the flavor of the place. “Don’t bother with churches, government buildings or city squares, if you want to know about a culture, spend a night in its bars,” he’s quoted as saying.
A wine aficionado calls it terroir, the flavor of the region. Hemingway’s descriptive style offers that additional perspective, allowing the reader another way to become immersed in the scene. As a history buff, I wanted to know more, the geographical, cultural and historical context. As a food and drink enthusiast, I also wanted to know how to make them, taste them for myself.
In The Sun Also Rises, Jake Barnes has a Jack Rose while waiting in vain for Brett. In A Farewell to Arms, Frederic Henry has a couple of “cool and clean” Martinis; they made him “feel civilized.” And in For Whom the Bell Tolls, it is the ritual of dripped absinthe that gives Robert Jordan’s temporary solace from the rigors of war: “One cup of it took the place of the evening papers, of all the old evenings in cafés, of all chestnut trees that would be in bloom now in this month…. of all the things he had enjoyed and forgotten and that came back to him when he tasted that opaque, bitter, tongue-numbing, brain-warming, stomach-warming, idea-changing liquid alchemy.”
I wanted to know more about that Jack Rose, to drink a Martini and feel those same feelings, to experience the ritual of absinthe, to put myself in those scenes, if only for a moment.
1/8 oz French dry vermouth
He liked them dry, and bloody cold. In a 1947 letter to his publisher, Charles Scribner, he describes his modus operandi:
“We have real Gordon’s Gin at 50 bucks a case and real Noilly Prat and have found a way of making ice in thedeep-freeze in tennis ball tubes that comes out 15 degrees below zero and with the glasses frozen too makes the coldest martini in the world. Just enough vermouth to cover the bottom of the glass, ounce 3/4 of gin, and the Spanish cocktail onions very crisp and also 15 degrees below zero when they go in the glass.”
1 ½ oz Absinthe
1 cube sugar (optional, Hemingway did not use it)
Small pitcher ice water
Slotted Absinthe spoonPlace a sugar cube on a slotted absinthe spoon atop a small glass of absinthe. Slowly drip icewater onto the sugar to dissolve it. When it has reached the desired strength or sweetness, both matters of taste, sip it slowly.Hemingway was one of many writers to partake of absinthe, and he viscerally describes its effects on the drinker. In For Whom the Bell Tolls, it’s described as a medicine that “cures everything,”and will retrieve “all the things he had enjoyed and forgotten and that came back to him when he tasted that opaque, bitter, tongue-numbing, brain-warming, stomach-warming, idea- changing liquid alchemy.” Whiskey is fine, but it “does not curl around inside of you the way absinthe does … There is nothing like absinthe.”
October 23, 2012 by Adam Chromy
Ro Cuzon knows NOLA. He moved to the City that Care Forgot three months before Katrina. (Good timing, eh?) But Ro says it was a blessing in disguise. He fell in love with the town and its people, and after spending all his evenings at King Bolden’s Bar, listening to the stories of Katrina survivors as they found their way back from the brink, he decided to make it home. “All my friends in New York were asking, ‘Wait, you’re staying?’ And I said, ‘Fuck, yeah, I’m staying!’ ” And he did.
Today Ro’s playing host at the first Rogue Speakeasy post, letting you in on some secrets. Below are a half dozen bars in New Orleans that you won’t find in travel guides, but offer the best taste of the city’s culture, music, and bar citizenry. And if you can’t make it to NOLA by happy hour, Ro’s also giving you a couple of speciality cocktail recipes inspired by his noir novels, out this month.
The real New Orleans bar crawl:
- Sidney’s Saloon
- Prime Example
- 12 Mile Limit
- The Saint
- Snake & Jake
Each recipe makes about 40 drinks. Because nobody in NOLA drinks alone. Whip these up. Then call some friends.